Everyday around quarter past three,
you burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden por your mother while you are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps you sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit por the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when you burst into the bathroom searching for me...
you burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden por your mother while you are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps you sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit por the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when you burst into the bathroom searching for me...
Life is often like a fire, it dies out, and it does not last forever,
while some people hide behind smiles and joy, others embrace the fear, the fear that everyone drowns in, for fear is the one thing we can be sheltered by.
So as I said before, life is like a fire, it burns out, because it will not last, just like everything else in this world, the only remains left behind are the burning ashes.
Its hard to say whether or but change will come to our lives on this earth, but if it does, it surly will not be in this lifetime.
while some people hide behind smiles and joy, others embrace the fear, the fear that everyone drowns in, for fear is the one thing we can be sheltered by.
So as I said before, life is like a fire, it burns out, because it will not last, just like everything else in this world, the only remains left behind are the burning ashes.
Its hard to say whether or but change will come to our lives on this earth, but if it does, it surly will not be in this lifetime.
